Name
Colton Takao
Color
Black
Age
17
Face Claim
Kazuma Mitchell
Personality
Colton tends to keep his feelings on the inside, projecting an uncaring and edgy appearance to those around him. This has made it hard for him to make friends. But on the inside, Colton is a complex and overly emotional being, easily coming to care for people or causes. He is also very creative, keeping both a journal and a book of self-written poems. He also deeply loves his family, even if he has issues with his father.
Colton also battles anxiety, having developed it unnoticed during his childhood. This anxiety would cause him to avoid certain parts of life, creating less opportunities in his life. However, he has begun to seek help and is slowly learning to understand himself better. This is slowly allowing him to open up more.
Skills
Colton has been training in karate from a young age, having reached a black belt status last year. But Colton isn’t much for fighting, instead expressing himself through words and not fists. Colton is a skilled poet, but he keeps his work secret, afraid to show anyone. He is also an avid reader with a large vocabulary.
His more mundane skills include being in good shape, skilled at using computers and other technologies, and maintains a small garden in his backyard. Growing up in a bilingual house, Colton is fluent in both English and Japanese.
Background/Brief Bio
Born on the east coast of America, Colton was the son of a major in the American army. Coming from a mixed Japanese-American family, Colton was exposed to many cultures from a young age. This created a wide array of interests in the young child. Colton’s father was proud when he began taking karate lessons, continuing a long standing tradition in the Takao family. But from his mother, Colton developed a love for reading, being a far more advanced reader for his age than he had any right to be.
Colton would never stay in any place too long, as his father’s position in the army led him all over the country. As such Colton would have a hard time making long lasting friends. Sure he could message them or hang out in VR, but it wasn’t the same as seeing people in person.
Feeling like an outsider, Colton ended up in Angel Grove where he would have trouble connecting. Colton would then try and find something to connect to, that ultimately being the gothic revival movement of the late twenty twenties. All over social media, young people would adopt the the goth style of decades past, Colton included. Now dressing in black and writing dark poetry, Colton would have a hard time connecting with his traditionalist father. This led to strain in the household, with Colton’s mother often acting as a mediator.
She would be able to keep things relatively peaceful in the home, until she became mysteriously ill. Quickly sent to the hospital, Colton’s mother’s condition would bewilder the doctors as they had no idea what was wrong with her. With his mother sick and out of the home, Colton would avoid returning home, spending whole weeks couch surfing at his classmates’ houses. His grades would also falter as he focused less and less on school.
However, a group of Colton’s teachers and the guidance counselor would step up on his behalf and try to help him. Colton would eventually agree to therapy, which did seem to help. His grades have no begun to rise again, which is especially noted by his biology teacher Dr. Thomas Oliver.
Villain of Choice
Ransik from Power Rangers Time Force
Notes
So I picked the Black Ranger as my choice because my main introduction to JDF was through Power Rangers Dino Thunder where he was the Black Ranger. That and I wanted to play a goth Ranger given how the Rangers usually only wear outfits of the same color as their Ranger form.
When I selected Ransik as my villain of choice, I was thinking that maybe it’s a version of him from an alternate time line where he never went good. You can do all kinds of crazy things thanks to time travel. Also tying into that was my idea that the mystery disease Colton’s mother has can’t be identified as it too is from the future.
Sample Post
Colton stared out the window once more, waiting for the sun to set some more, so that he may get out of class. But the problem with getting out of school was were to go. Colton still hated going home, as it felt like an entire piece of his life was visibly gone whenever he entered the door. It reminded him that his mother was still in that hospital bed.
So instead Colton focused on the ticking of the clock, each tick a step toward escaping the oppressive feeling room. It felt like to him that the room was getting smaller and smaller as he wished to flee it. Colton noted that his breath had become more rapid, a jittery feeling invading his body. Immediately he put to use those breathing techniques the therapist had shown him. As much as he hated to admit it, Colton knew that working with the therapist was helping him.
In only a few minutes, Colton had regained control of his breathing and was now able to focus on whatever it was the teacher was talking about. Colton had a love-hate relationship with this English class. On one hand he loved reading and writing, but conversely he found the stories selected for the course were quite boring. That was until Colton noted what story the English teacher was presenting as the class’s next read.
“We will be reading the Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe,” stated Ms. Crabbe, “I expect you all to read it tonight on the class portal and have some thoughts or questions to bring up about it in a class discussion tomorrow.”
This choice of story surprised Colton, as it was one he had read before. In fact he had read the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe, as he was considered a pillar of the Gothic revival scene that Colton was a part of. He wondered if Ms. Crabbe would play the audio of Bela Lugosi reading the story. While that would be rad, Colton doubted that it would happen.
“Now then, class should finish in four, three, two, one,” Ms. Crabbe said right before the bell rang.
Most students immediately got up and rushed out of class, wishing to get off the school grounds. Normally Colton would be among them, but this time he had something to ask his English teacher. So he waited at his desk while the other students shuffled out. Eventually it was only Colton and Ms. Crabbe left in the classroom.
“Is there something you needed help with?” asked Ms. Crabbe.
“I was wondering if I could recommend some stories for the class,” Colton replied, “Since we’re doing the Tell Tale Heart, it would be cool if we could do the Black Cat, the Masque of the Red Death, or the Pit and the Pendulum, or the Cask of-“
“Woah there,” Ms. Crabbe interjected, “Clearly you know your Poe. I would actually love to do more stories by him, but the parents tend to get up in arms if I do too many gothic stories.”
“Yeah I get the whole dislike of gothic myself,” Colton replied, “I mean just look at me. Whenever my dad sees me in the morning I feel like he’s so bewildered.”
“Sorry to hear that. Are things alright at home?”
Colton remained silent not wishing to get into it with his teacher, as it had been hard enough to open up to the therapist he had been seeing. So instead he put up a tough exterior, playing into the indifferent goth stereotype.
“Things are fine,” Colton said as he picked up his bag.
With nothing else he wanted to say, Colton exited the English class. Many other students were in the halls, getting ready to either walk or take the bus home. Colton thought about grabbing the bus, but instead decided to head to the school library. He could find another way home.
Thankfully, Angel Grove High still had a library with physical books in it, a more rare sight in the last few years. Colton then grabbed a book of poetry at random to read, ending up on the collected works of Sylvia Plath. While Colton had heard of her before, he had never actually read her. So Colton sat down and began reading, hoping to remain at the school till it fully closed in an hour and a half.
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